Oh, Tep, I am so sorry. How awful to think he pulled through and was in rehab to recover and then to lose him. My thoughts are with you.
No, no, no, sir. No more chick pit for you. Come on.
Riley ,'Lessons'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Cass - Aug 07, 2009 10:34:24 am PDT #18958 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Beverly - Aug 07, 2009 10:57:22 am PDT #18959 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
I actully collected things, knicknacks, bibelots, objets, little or large clusters of like things, or themed objects.
Until one day I looked at shelves under an eighth-inch of dust and thought, "Naaahhh, don'wanna." And thus the Great Migration of mathoms and gifts and ebay and Goodwill was begun. My instinct is still to collect, and to hoard. But I like not having the weight of things on my back, like the little muppet woman in Labyrinth. The kids were warned to take anything they liked and wanted, friends were offered things that suited them, that they'd admired, that would remind them of me.
It's so much easier to swipe a swiffer over that swath of bare wood in front of single-shelved books. Now if I could just maintain things that way....
Calli - Aug 07, 2009 10:58:52 am PDT #18960 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I'm sorry, Steph.
Daisy Jane - Aug 07, 2009 11:00:15 am PDT #18961 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Hey omnis!
Are you only making it to R's dinner, or are you going to karaoke at The Point too?
Beverly - Aug 07, 2009 11:00:43 am PDT #18962 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Teppy, I'm very sorry. My condolences to his family and those who loved him.
Calli - Aug 07, 2009 11:01:55 am PDT #18963 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
This didn't seem to go with my previous post.
I have six book cases, all full of books. I also have a table with a book rack (full of books), a small book case in the headboard of my bed (full of books), and about 3 dozen books scattered on various flat surfaces. I'm very much not afraid of books. This may be my downfall, as the piles of books continue to get higher and higher and I do not.
omnis_audis - Aug 07, 2009 11:10:36 am PDT #18964 of 30000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
Are you only making it to R's dinner, or are you going to karaoke at The Point too?Dinner. Not a fan of the Karaoke, so will skip that.
Daisy Jane - Aug 07, 2009 11:12:05 am PDT #18965 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Aw man! I can't make dinner (will be carousing with an ex-coworker and waiting for Jon), but will be at The Point. You don't have to sing you know. You could just go for the company.
omnis_audis - Aug 07, 2009 11:13:50 am PDT #18966 of 30000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
You don't have to sing you know. You could just go for the company.I know I don't have to sing, it's the others that kill me. And the bad sound. It makes my skin crawl. I know, it sounds lame, but, as a Pro Sound person, it pains me going to Karaoke, and I find I'm not all the social, and become very judgmental, and that makes me less social.
DCJensen - Aug 07, 2009 11:14:36 am PDT #18967 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.
An old man in San Diego was almost killed under the thousands of hardcover books he had stacked floor to ceiling in his apartment when an earthquake hit back in 1986.